Turning Fifty
I turn fifty (50) on Sunday. Five decades. Been doing some self assessment and I wish I had a couple of those decades to do over. There are a few girlfriends that I would do better by. There are some jobs I’d work harder at, or never take to begin with. There are a whole lot of mistakes I wouldn’t make. Things I’d do and places I’d see.
College was a waste of time. I’d do that over.
I spent too many years moping over my parents’ deaths rather than mourning them. A do over.
I would not have taken the first job I was offered out of college. I wouldn’t have stayed at one job for nearly twelve years. I would have worked harder at finding work that I loved and less at work to pay the bills.
I would have made more friends and read fewer books. I would have made meal time mean more than an hour at Howard Johnson’s or IHOP three times a day.
I would have begun photography much earlier. I would have written far more. I would have gone to more courses, lectures, exhibits.
I would have learned to dance well, to sing adequately, and to speak clearly.
I would have been proud to be me much earlier in my life. Far less fear and far more courage.
I would have become a crack shot with a pistol. I would have learned to juggle.
I’ve got twelve hours of duty at the ambulance corps tomorrow. The Firemen’s Carnival is on, so the afternoon should be busy. I have no crew that I know of but somebody will be around. I’ll try to do another post like this with the things I’m glad that I’ve done. There are a bunch.
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